Nightmare grows

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Translation: This person is a doctor in "Zahedan", he says: "They shoot them from behind. The bullets were shoot from the back. If people were fighting, the bullets should have been shoot in their chest and the front of their bodies! You shoot a 13 years old child? Haven't you got shame? If I were you, I was scared to death! Swear to god! You are the dirtiest basterds of history!" . . I wakeup every morning at around 7 A.M with this thought in my mind that "I'm gonna make some art for Mahsa or Nika or .... "  I open my phone, I read the news and from that moment another cycle of requiem begins! New people, innocent, young and children were kelled by regime last night! My brain goes speechless, I only see death images, my eyes are wet and I look at the clock, it's 12 pm. Another lost morning. I keep repeating to myself; "Holding my breath 'til my lungs burn bright Finding myself in the light Feeling comfort in the pain Like ...
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Day 3 _ Thinking about how "Gangubai Kathiawadi" felt that day


I worked out for 10 min and then did yoga for about 20 min.  I thought about him and for the first time in 3 days, I felt a pain in my chest. Then spontaneously remembered those scenes from the movie " Gangubai Kathiawadi" we watched some days ago. 

Spoilers ahead!

It's an Indian film about a young immature girl named "Ganguba" who's forced to work as a prostitute but eventually, she becomes an activist for the suppressed sex workers. Overall, I think the movie's success derives from its magnificent edits and colors more than from its story. I give it a 7/10.

There's a scene in the movie that I was just talking about; the wedding scene. Gangubai matched her lover to a young daughter of a prostitute and this is their ceremony. The singer's singing about how both lovers are now distanced from each other, indifferent and broken-hearted. 




Anyhow, back to the harsh reality of life;

Now I'm going to finish my paper resume completely and then I'll find my projects to add to my Behance or make a portfolio myself. 

Location: Kathiyawadi, Tamil Nadu 632509, India

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